Disclaimer: They Ain't mine :) Catagory: Alternate Universe Pairing: Angelus/Buffy Summary: An insane and instantenous need drives Angelus to incomprehendable actions. Note: This part of the chapter came out much faster because of all the wonderful feedback I have received! Thank you all so much! It really does inspire me to write faster and more often. I ADORE the comments and interactions and questions! Note2: I do not have a beta-reader/Editor, what you are seeing is really a first draft. So please forgive any mistakes. Dedication: To All my Feeders! Feedback: Yes PLEASE!! Pretty Please! More chapters if I get enough of it!  :) It Spurs me on to write more! Rating: --  NC-17 -- ***WARNING****: Deals with rape. Please do not read if you are offended with non-consensual sex. -------------- Chapter 2a: INSANE NEED The morning sun filtered faintly into the master bedroom, it’s tentacles creeping slowly towards the sleeping lovers. Angelus was the first to stir as the morning rays illuminated the room. He found himself pressed against Buffy’s back, his leg tossed over hers and his arms holding her to him securely. He gazed down at the woman, no the girl who had invaded his soul and shattered his senses. Tear tracks stained her beautiful face, her little hands were crossed and pressed to her chest, resting on his arms as he held her, and blood, blood stained the outer lips of her sex and her thighs. He glanced down at his own lower extremities and saw the matching stains on himself. What had he done? He thought to himself. He had indeed gone insane was the only answer he could come up with. He’d stolen this little, gorgeous 16 year old girl from her home, married her and raped her. He’d never forced himself on any woman in his life, he didn’t need to; But that was indeed the difference, he NEEDED to have her. He had felt it instantly, this pull, this all consuming desire for this innocent. She was his, the feeling of possessiveness towards her was to overpowering to ignore. He looked at her, he did feel truly sorry that he had forced her, hurt her. He also knew that he would spend years making her fall in love with him, but he had no doubt that she would be his completely, heart, body and soul. For now tho, he realized he had to dominate her, he had no choice, he would never, ever let her go. Angelus shifted slightly, cradling her in one arm as his other started to lightly roam her body. He toyed gently with one of her nipples, seeing it erect under his soft touch, then he skittered his fingers down her skin drinking in the silkiness of her flesh. He paused over her abdomen and spread his five fingers wide, nearly covering her entire lower torso with his hand, as a possibility occurred to him. He’d been reckless, impatient, careless. He’d taken her virginity and not given thought to the distinct fact that he may have already planted his child within her. And while the thought of her bearing his child was bliss to him, he had to admit to himself that she would view a child now as the product of her enslavement and not as the product of their love. No, he thought, it was to soon to begin their family. He would make arrangements today to guard against a pregnancy now. She would have to be given something because there was no possibility that he would put a thin layer of material between himself and his woman, nothing would ever come between them. Buffy sighed in her sleep as Angelus moved his hand downward and his fingers found her hidden pearl. She was still moist and his arousal was demanding. He rubbed her, slowly at first then with increasing pace as he felt her juices heating. Buffy let out a small moan as she turned her head still mostly asleep. Her breathy response elicited a heated reaction from Angelus, he was instantly rock hard, his eyes were dilated and he was out of control. In one quick motion, Angelus was hovering over, grabbing her knees and positioning himself at her entrance. Buffy opened her eyes as the head of his cock parted her nether lips. She let out a soft, yet frantic, "NO," as he pushed the head of his cock in and felt the contractions of her muscles as he slid in further. Angelus plunged in slowly, deeply until he was fully seated within her. He then stilled, breathing in acutely, willing himself to calm. He wanted her to become accustomed to his size without further tearing and bruising her. Buffy was in pain, he was so big inside of her, it hurt so much, she thought he was tearing her apart from the inside. Her lower lip trembled, her hands shook as she balled up clumps of sheet in her fists. Her hips moved involuntarily to push him out of her but he was to heavy, to big for her to move at all. She was trapped and couldn’t take it anymore, she let out a desperate pain-filled cry. The cry snapped Angelus out of his concentration and he eased back and pulled mostly out of her, but left his cock head in. He released her legs and moved his body down over hers so that they were mouth to mouth, eye to eye. "Shhh baby, it is going to be alright. I know it hurts love, your new and you need to get accustomed to my size, but soon it will be ok." Buffy turned her face away from his as tears glistened in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks over the previous stains. "Buffy, Baby," stated Angelus as he nudged her face with his so he could kiss her on the mouth. "Don’t tense up. You’re my wife now and you are going to have to not only get use to making love but learn to enjoy it…." Buffy screamed, becoming hysterical and startling Angelus. She pushed him away from her with her arms and legs, expelling him from her body and managed to reach the edge of the bed. She moved to stand and step away but she fell to the carpeted floor, not able to control her legs or the pain effectively. Angelus moved towards her and she screamed, "Get away from me! Don’t touch me! I am NOT your wife! I am your rape victim!!" She gasped in a hysterical sob, "I want to go home! Let me go, PLEASE, oh God, Let me go home!" Angelus grabbed her arms and hauled her to her feet, "You ARE Home! Wherever I am is your home from now on! You are mine completely, MY wife, MY lover! Every inch of you belongs to me." Angelus looked straight into her eyes showing her how much he believed every word he uttered with such ferocity, "Your father gave you up to save his money. I would not give you up to save my money, my life OR my soul! Should God himself walk through those doors and try to take you from me I would destroy him, heaven and hell before ANYONE or ANYTHING could take you from my side." Angelus breathed in deeply and looked at her with such profound emotion, "Buffy, I cannot explain it. I cannot rationalize it or ignore it, I love you. I don’t just want you, I need you. It is insane I know," stated Angelus as he pulled Buffy into an embrace, "I feel I have gone insane. I feel…" Angelus moved her head up to face his and kissed her with a thirst such as produced by the desert sun. She was his water, he had never known anything like these emotions she elicited from him; he knew, knew that she was part of him and he would guard that part with everything he was, everything he had. He was insane, he admitted to himself as he kissed her and felt her body, moving them both back to the bed, but he didn’t care. He would allow this insanity to consume him for the rest of his days. Buffy found herself swept up in the maelstrom of his passion for her. She gripped his shoulders as he ravaged her mouth with crazed intensity and maneuvered her body to the edge of the bed. Angelus sat her down, brought her legs up to either side of his waist as he slid into her. Buffy hissed with pain at the first moment of intrusion but soon Angelus’ slower and shallower rhythm began to transport her to the mystical land of pure sensation. He built a steady, thrusting rhythm, penetrating her deeper only as he felt her body begin to relax under his ministrations. Kissing her all the while, cooing sweet love phrases in her ear and willing her to feel his need. Soon Buffy was reaching her peak and Angelus allowed himself to spill his seed as she did. He filled her and held her as they both calmed, he was lost to her and demonstrated this in the manner by which he caressed and regarded her. She tried to block out her empathy for his emotions but their intensity was to overwhelming. She could feel them, feel his hunger and need for her as if they were starting to attach to her own skin, she didn’t want to feel it, she pushed, pushed them off to the side and tried not to think. Angelus moved them up the bed further and entwined himself with his adored captive, caressing her and soothing her with his touch and whispers. He watched as her eye lids grew heavy and sleep claimed her. He rested with her for a long while before regretfully disentangling himself from her and moving to dress in his boxers and robe. Angelus went to splash water on his face and freshen up some, then he exited the bedroom with one last glance at his love and closed the door behind him. He made his way to his upstairs study and sat behind the desk, quickly picking up the phone. A few moments later he was speaking to William and instructing him to find a private doctor they could visit later today. --------------
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